Flash Fiction & Poems
Greer holds the chicken
Greer holds the chicken like an old handbag while marching across the yard. The axe swooshes mid-execution, feathers finally floating up.
Read moreThere is no lasting peace
There is no lasting peace, just days like this: the house warming outside in & Sam, his bare feet on my lap, biting his upper lip & reading.
Read moreI find, in the dirt by the plot
I find, in the dirt by the plot of potatoes, an egg hastily painted pink & blue. I’d buttoned your coat then, a wet kiss on your forehead.
Read moreMy children tickle me to laughter
My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies to contract—not in want of food—but to commemorate our survival.
Read moreThrough the louvers I see Joy
Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night that she’d pressed me against the tamarind tree? I touch my arm, ready to let her in.
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